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A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

Posted - Carver doesn't see Wally, he's fairly oblivious.

I hope that effectively teleporting my horse to the stables is acceptable - it seemed to me less like godmoding, more like just waving away a headache.

Also, if King Hagard is as bad as he sounds, then I vote we assemble in the town and overthrow his ass as a giant herd of mythical creatures (and Wally).

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

Carver scratched the back of his head in confusion as he led August in the direction of the stables. "Train them... I hadn't thought of that sort of thing..." The idea seemed alien to Carver. As Amon put it, it was the sort of noble thing he should be doing - helping people help themselves. Perhaps it would be worth considering. "We shall see."

Taking August to the stables took but a moment, and he returned to the warning of Molly about the king. This caused him some amount of concern - he'd heard nothing good about this man so far. The knight would have to judge for himself, but so far he sounded like a tyrant; the sort to be removed from power rather than obeyed.

Amon had offered to speak for him, and discuss the audience over the meal. "This is a fine offer, friend. You seem to have the advantage of me in the application of your speech, and I would be glad to have you present my case in my stead." The knight leaned in closer, so his words would be audible only to his companion."Though... perhaps we should have this meal, and this discussion, sooner rather than later? I confess, I am ill at ease with things."

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

Yeah, Carver's more the 'save the day with an army of magical soldiers' or 'slay the dragon single-handedly' type - training the peasants would be far too practical for him. I imagine him as something similar to Spirits from Dragon Age, if you're familiar; he's an ancient entity that literally embodies these high-minded ideals and cannot conceive of acting outside them who's been kicking around the planet for centuries being a hero and starting legends - 'the brave, faceless knight who showed up, saved the day, and was gone without a trace'.

The reason he may come off as obsessed with old-timey chivalry is because he's pretty much old-timey chivalry made flesh. Of course, I wouldn't expect your characters to know this; it would make more sense for them to expect him to act like a normal person.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

Argggh I got ninja'd. Fixing.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

Carver nodded at Amon's answers to his questions. "I... see. I am not familiar with this Place of Many Sands, but from your description, I should certainly like to see it some day." He tilted his head. He had never been to such a place, surely? For some reason, he had his doubts. Whoever he'd been before he lost his memory, he must have been remarkably well traveled.

The man's questions caught him off-guard. He knew next to nothing about the armor he was wearing - only that it was his. To hear that it was an artifact was certainly surprising. "Apologies, I forget myself! My name is Ser Carver - if I am of a house, I can no longer recall. I fear you have the advantage of me in your cleverness - all that can be said of my armor is that I have been wearing it ever since I... well, you know, for a great long while. The paladins... I'm not familiar, I'm afraid. Perhaps you could enlighten me with what you know?"

The knight waited patiently as the Lady dealt with the guards, and nodded at Amon's introduction. "It is so. I am a knight errant, seeking to spread the cause of goodness throughout the land - if your King Hagar has any tasks you wish me to complete, it would be my honor to carry them out."

He turned to August and clicked his tongue in a command - Stay, and await me. It would not do to bring the horse into the castle, but Carver did not trust him to obey any stablehand. As far as he had seen, his horse answered to him and him alone; he would remain until Carver returned for him shortly.

The knight smiled again at the lady's greeting. "Hello again, milady. You'll see I have not left you."

Carver coughed loudly at Amon's words. "Apologies, but I am not looking to be hired as a master-at-arms. I do not seek to take up much of your lord's time, my lady Molly - I seek only to serve the cause of righteousness."

Falling Skies: PMC

Everyone get the hell out, I'm trying to do some calibrations.

Falling Skies: PMC

The Sirus isn't the biggest ship in the world so they don't have a "barracks" per say. They barely have enough room to fit all the essiental systems actually as they had to make room for the specialized MAS hangar. So they share the crew/sleeping quarters with the rest of the crew and these quarters are separated based upon gender to keep things civil. Terin gets his own room though because it also functions as his office and also because he is ze captain.

@Hexaflexagon

Wow. I didn't know Terin was captaining the interstellar struggle bus.

I kid, of course.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

Carver nodded his head and dismounted his horse. "Certainly, friend. I would be glad for company in my audience with the King - you seem a noble, clever sort. But pardon my manners - I shall not ride where you will walk."

Leading August behind him, the knight proceeded after the man who'd called himself Amon and the strange lady. It was become apparent that she was not only bizarrely graceful, she was also terribly... addled? Confused? In any case, she seemed to have difficulty holding one topic of conversation - perhaps she was simply excitable.

Coming up alongside Amon, Carver smiled good-naturedly and removed his helmet. "Ah, that's better for a conversation between friends. I am curious, Amon - tell me your tale. Where do you come from, and what do you seek?" Part of this question was the good natured curiousity it seemed to be - part of it was that the knight was very curious to know what was different about this man - or, what was different around man. He himself seemed normal, but the air around him was cloaked with abnormality.

Falling Skies: PMC

Alex yawned from inside his machine as it trudged alongside the Bull. The Viking was far mor suited for direct combat than any sort of flanking, or artillery-ing, or... really anything else, come to think of it, with a set of weapons and specializations that were about as much use at a distance as a slingshot.

Sam was grumpy again, evidently. Seemed like that guy was always grumbling about something or another, though in truth it seemed a lot of the Company was grumbling about this op. For his part, Alex was over the moon to finally be doing some real good. The Steel Hunters were a job, and the money was good, but it had to be said that he hadn't been exactly thrilled to be flying around space as a thug-for-hire. Ops like this one only came around so often; they were fighting the good fight, rescuing people, bringing them food and medicine. For the first time in a long time, Alex felt like he was doing something... important.

He piped up over the comms. "Doughboy reporting in. I'm here with Jupiter, and I'm definitely seeing that artillery piece. Do we keep going as planned?" He paused for a moment, then added, "Hey, Werewolf, Hare? Don't mess around with those SAMS... I hear that's some real hardware they've got. Don't get blown out of the sky on our account."

Without waiting for a reply, Alex grabbed the book he kept in his back pocket and flipped to a memorized page. Taking a deep breath, he began to murmur to himself the same verse he had read before every battle, since he joined the Steel Hunters. "And death shall have no dominion..."

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

As the lady spoke, Carver was almost awestruck by her grace. She seemed as though she did not belong in the world around her - she was a statue given motion, a relic of a bygone, more beautiful age. More than admiration, the knight felt something strange for her... kinship?

Behind the helmet, Carver furrowed his brow at her words. "There may well be unsavory characters in these parts, milady, the sort that emerge after dark. Such a fair maiden as yourself would seem imperiled..." he held up a steel hand. "But, perhaps I am presuming. Doubtless you know the region better than I."

That was when a new figure approached, hooded, wearing a sword at his belt. A strange taste entered the knight's mouth as he approached - a sort of dark, metallic tang. Perhaps he was getting ill - that would certainly explain all the odd feelings he'd been getting today, though come to think of it, he couldn't remember ever having been sick.

"Hail, traveler. A fine night to you and yours." He turned back to the lady as she spoke of the castle's master. "Ah! A castle for a king! Tell me, does your liege have need of a fine knight? Is there any task he needs completed? I seek a noble quest to dedicate myself to."